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1985
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How funny we never met
Even once in the years gone by;
To think that now you in mine
And I in your arms would die!
With these words I raise a toast
To wish our love may never abate
And with my blood I write our names
To celebrate!
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each day i consult my master-sheet
and my company's marketing strategy
-- from dawn to dusk i know i'll meet
planning and foresight in plenty.
we live in orchestrated tactical framework
where even love may not be permitted errors.
soon obsolete will be words like truant and shirk,
when computers will judge the one who errs!
yet this is what we had all dreamed of,
our hearts used to jump with joy,
unaware that real smiles will take-off
when synthetic manifestations will say: ahoy!
but son, lest you otherwise think --
not investment for future, nor a mere product,
nor are you management jargon in any ink:
you are the product of our dreams, our unplanned product.
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